Past
Times they do change,
Like pulsating rhythms,
everyone says that nothing is a like,
yet all are the same,
we circulate back to same old tired problems.
thinking that they are brand new.
till no one looks to the past anymore,
because how can it reflect on our future.
nothing is left when we finally look,
and see,
that yes this has happened before.
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